No give, but just more take, take, take
Go back into yourself a while
And see you as that little child
Then hold her hand along the way
And stop to see that golden ray
To listen to earth's sounds, sit still
And slowly smell the fragrant trill
Of Life's own beat, its own rhythm
Bound to the heart of Love, and Him
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem